Syndicate Shoals – A sleek, modern hideout lit by neon blues and purples. The sound of distant waves mixes with electronic beats playing softly in the background. Evie lounges on a couch, lazily flipping a throwing knife between her fingers. The holo-screen on the wall flickers as a secure transmission connects.

A new message blinks on Evie’s wrist communicator.

???: "You’re being watched."

Evie raises an eyebrow, smirking as she leans forward.

Evie: "Well, well… a secret admirer? I should’ve worn something flashier."